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1I thought that I had posted this a while back. please enjoy some more apocryphal adventures featuring mcoddles' characters. More work by the author is here: https://www.deviantart.com/mcoddles/gallery/?catpath=/
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5Alice, Laurie, and Jen Out and About
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7“This should be it,” Alice muttered to herself as the SUV rolled up to the hotel’s porte-cochere. The reserved blonde looked up from her phone’s navigation only to realize that an excited Laurie was already forcing herself out of the driver’s seat, struggling to summon her bulk from its rest. 
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9“You two stay here!”, she huffed as she slammed the door, keys jingling in hand. Alice was hoping to stretch her legs because they were starting to fall asleep; she looked down at her thick legs left unexposed by her skirt, smothering a good deal of the over-sized leather seat. “I just want to get out of here,” she whined, “don’t you, Jen?” She waited for a response but heard nothing, prompting her to maneuver herself sufficiently to peek into the backseat—and her friend was sound asleep, a little bit of drool dripping out of her mouth. “Well…never mind,” Alice whispered, and pushed herself back to her normal sitting position.
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11It had been a bit of a whirlwind for her, actually. This morning, her big weekend plans had been to catch up on her new show; of course, the text from Laurie had changed all of that: “Hey bitchhh no sleepover cuz we’re shopping at Saxony tonite. Coming with?” Of course, King of Saxony was home to one of the most premier malls in the state, acclaimed for its eclectic mix of stores—the Apple Store sat next to an Old Navy, which was then succeeded by some local store that somehow had similar clothes to Urban Outfitters at better prices. The only catch was that King of Saxony was a few cities over, about a three hour drive from Laurie’s house—and since the girls got along best in Laurie’s SUV (which is to say, they didn’t have to sit on top of one another), that’s exactly from where they departed. The road trip wasn’t particularly arduous (the occasional McDonald’s detour helped), so the girls were eager to make some purchases once they got to the mall in the late afternoon.
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13After a few hours of refreshing their wardrobes, the girls revisited the food court for some extra dinner back at the hotel. They made out quite well: Jen had been craving Chinese, Alice stopped by the Chipotle, and Laurie made her way to Subway (but not without getting a smoothie to tide her over). In fact, these were the aromas that were now swirling about the car, and Alice couldn’t help but peek into her styrofoam container and retrieve a few nachos. She leaned her chubby face over the container and shoved the slightly soggy (yet still overwhelmingly delicious) chips into her mouth. “Mmm,” she happily hummed, “I can’t wait for these.”
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15“What were you saying, Alice?” Laurie opened the startled Alice’s door, then realized she was referring to her irresistible food. “Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little head,” she told her somewhat reproachingly, “I have the cardkeys right here! We’ll be up in our room right away.” 
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17“D-don’t you need to park the car?”
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19“I have my mom’s credit card, duh! They have chauffeur service. Come on out, would you, and wake up sleepy back there? I’m going to go give him the keys,” she gestured at the attractive chauffeur waiting off in the distance. “Wish me luck!” she winked at Alice, and then turned about and strutted off to him—well, as much as a girl of her stature could strut.
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21Alice frowned as she moved her nachos off to the side and began her struggle to escape the restrictive leather. It wasn’t just Laurie—all three of them, albeit in different places, were quite plump. No one among them had avoided a second chin hanging from their jowls, and each had their own individual mobility struggles: Jen’s massive rear end did give her a bit of difficulty getting in and out of the dressing rooms; Laurie often had trouble navigating around her oversized bosom while sitting at the miniscule tables in the food court; Alice’s tubby middle kept her from fitting between the clothes racks in some of the bigger department stores, forcing her to stick to the aisles whenever possible. Eventually, Alice did successfully exit the car, but not before the handsome chauffeur smiled at the off-guard Alice and said “Take your time, miss,” causing Alice to blush slightly as she rescued her nachos (and the rest of her Chipotle). 
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23“I-erm, I have to get my friend out of the car as well,” she gestured to Jen. 
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25“No trouble at all!” The red-garbed man walked around to the other side of the car, giving Alice a chance to spy Laurie and her signature flirty smirk in the distance as she opened Jen’s door. 
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27“Come on, Jen, we’re here!” She took shoulder and shook her gently, feeling the adipose that had collected around the bone. “Wake up!”
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29She came to with a start—“Just let me get my food first!” She collected her pungent Chinese when she realized that there was a visitor in the car. “Oh!” She said with a fright, before coolly recovering, “you startled me,” she said, while running a hand through her hair. The chauffeur gave her a smile revealing only a few teeth, prompting Alice to yank her friend out of the car. 
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31“What was that for?” Jen hissed, once the door was closed.
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33“You’re so embarrassing!” Alice was half-mad, half-relieved that the sort of awkward exchange was over. “Besides, you have a boyfriend!”
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35“Oh, Craig doesn’t mind some harmless flirting here and there,” Jen replied as they entered the lobby, “I’m hot and he knows it!” 
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37“Shush, you,” Laurie reprimanded Jen (as they had caught her after shuffling over with their food), “he was clearly into me.” She straightened her back a bit, calling her boobs to attention. “I can’t say I blame him.”
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39“You have a boyfriend too, Laurie…” 
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41“Alice, don’t be such a worrywart! We’re here to have some fun. It won’t kill you to have a little flirt here or there—after all, we all know that we are,” she paused as she struck a pose, “very beautiful.” 
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43Alice sighed, and they slowly made their way to the elevators. “I can’t believe that you fell asleep, Jen. It was only a twenty minute drive back to the hotel!” 
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45 “I was asleep?!”
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47“You’re such a ditz. Of course you were! You practically drooled all over my seats!”
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49“Well…we walked around so much today at the mall!”  
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51“Jen, we sat in the car for three hours straight,” Alice jumped in.
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53“If we had taken another break or two like I suggested…” 
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55“We took plenty of ‘shopping breaks!’” Laurie exclaimed. “You went to Starbucks and Jamba Juice while Alice and I were in American Eagle. You probably spent more time eating than shopping.”
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57“That doesn’t make any sense! How could I be so hungry right now, then, huh?” She looked down longingly at her bag of Chinese food. “I’m, like, really hungry…” Her stomach grumbled.
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59“I’m pretty famished too,” Alice chimed in.
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61Laurie sighed, “I could go for one of my subs right now, actually… Jen, where are my subs?!”
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63“Um, in the car?”
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65“You were supposed to get them! They were in the backseat with you, you dumb bimbo!”
66
67The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. Alice hurriedly pushed her two friends inside, hoping to deescalate the situation; instead, they found themselves somewhat cramped in a perfectly accommodating elevator for four or five, but was clearly not adequate for the bloated teens.
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69“You never told me to get them! I was probably asleep!”
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71“You bet your fat ass I told you to get them! And could you get it away from me for Christ’s sake?” Laurie had a right to complain—Jen’s overweight rear was literally butting up against Laurie’s stomach (which was itself quite formidable, but obscured underneath her loosely flowing green dress). Getting between Laurie and her food was typically a regrettable offense, and to do so in such close quarters was even worse. 
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73“I can’t help my cute butt! Just, like, chill your tits!” By now, the said breasts—which rivalled the size of the not-so-petite butt in question—were indignantly seeking refuge up against Alice’s side, which was the only other way the girls could successfully coexist in the elevator. 
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75Alice looked up at the display. “Are we there yet?”, she whispered. 
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77“Alice, you were in the car—tell Jen that she’s being obstinate!” 
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79“How can I be ‘obstinate’ if I don’t even know what that is?!”
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81“Just be quiet, both of you!” Alice shouted, uncharacteristically, which startled the two aggressors into a brief détente. The pause was long enough for Alice’s stomach to rumble audibly, and then for the elevator to slow to a stop with a gentle ding. “Look, we can always go back for the subs. I’ll even exchange some of my Chipotle with you now for one of your subs so we can all have a bit to eat.”
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83“…That’s fine, I guess. Thanks for nothing, Jen.”
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85“Whatever.”
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87They squished their way out of the elevator and sighed breaths of relief after being released into the spaciousness of the eleventh floor. “Wow,” Jen breathed, “this is pretty fancy…”
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89“My mom said that she didn’t want us staying in a bad part of town,” Laurie said, “so I booked us here.” They walked past a few ornate mirrors, and then by various doors, each decorated with its own theme. “We are…right here, 1109.” It was the last room in the hallway, right at the end, across from 1110. Laurie waved the card in front of the door, and the trio entered.
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91“Oh,” Alice exclaimed, “I didn’t think that our luggage would already be here!” Indeed it was, neatly piled in the corner of the room; to top it all off, two Subway bags containing a few subs and a cookie or two rested patiently on the fancy desk. 
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93“My subs!” Laurie descended upon one bag ravenously, exposing an elaborate stinger sub, composed of chicken fingers and shredded steak. She wasted no time in beginning to suck down the savory treat.
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95“I think that’s, like, our cue, Alice,” Jen said happily, and she parked her massive butt on the sole bed, opening up a container of General Tso. “It’s warm enough,” she consoled herself, and carefully used the chopsticks to chomp away at her food.
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97Alice gazed uneasily at the bed. “Laurie, we only have one bed in here.” She looked up, only to see her bossy friend still gorging away at the stinger (somehow, miraculously, close to finishing it off). “Laurie?” 
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99“Don’t -mphf- worry, Alice,” she said, swallowing a chunk down, “we’ll figure it out in a bit. Let me just take care of these first, okay?”
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101Alice sighed and sat opposite of Jen on the bed, brandishing her nachos. They were a little bit soggier now, of course, but she quietly mushed up the once sturdy tortilla chips with her plastic fork and began blending them into an amalgamate. Once sufficiently blended, the blonde took a forkful of the paste and deposited it into her mouth—‘Even better like this,’ Alice reasoned, savoring the variety of tastes and spicy kicks simultaneously in her mouth. She eagerly took up another scoop.
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103“Mmh!” Jen moaned stealthily, finishing off the last of her carton. “I could go for some more of that. -Urp!- ” She concealed a burp while retrieving her second carton, beef lo mein. She twirled her chopsticks and began working on the noodles, happily slurping away; Laurie, at her desk, had since finished off the stinger and was working on a messy meatball marinara, which had dripped a bit of red sauce into her lap. The contrast between the red sauce and the green material began to fade as it soaked into the fabric. 
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105They maintained their pace: Alice soon finished her nachos and moved on to a hefty steak burrito; Jen slurped the last of her noodles and began moving toward her last carton of pork-fried rice; Laurie broke out her last sub, a greasy philly cheesesteak twelve inch. The girls continued to munch for a few more minutes, creating a din of gluttony, only interrupted occasionally by a stifled burp or a quiet exclamation of satisfaction.
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107Eventually, Laurie stood from her seat, munching on one of her chocolate chip cookies. “Yes, let’s get this goddamn bed sorted out. I explicitly asked for two queen beds!”
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109Alice, now wrapping up an order of chips and guacamole, gulped heavily. “Laurie, it’s really not so bad—you and Jen can share, and I’ll get some extra bedding for the floor—”
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111“No, Alice, that’s unacceptable! First of all, I won’t have you sleeping on the floor; second, I’m not about to share a bed with big butt after she dumped my Subway!”
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113Jen, caught with one of Alice’s chips in her mouth, defended herself: “Laurie, stop being such a bitch! Like, you -crunch- got your dumb food!” 
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115“You can’t even chew with your mouth closed,” Laurie replied, “so why should I think that you would sleep with your mouth closed? You’ll be snoring up a storm!” 
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117Alice grimaced—she had definitely woken up more than a few times at a sleepover from Jen’s snoozing. 
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119“No, this simply won’t do,” Laurie said, and lifted up the phone. “Front desk? Yes, I checked into room 1109 but I need at least two queen-sized beds! …Yes, okay, get it ready straightaway and we’ll move right in. Thanks,” she bitchily spat, and slammed the phone onto the receiver, “for nothing! We’ll have to wait for a bit while they ‘freshen up’ a room for us.” 
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121“Like, that’s not that bad—”
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123“No, it’s completely unprofessional! I’m going to write a review on Yelp right now—” but Laurie cut herself off as she discovered that she had missed a call and a text on her phone, from Frank. She gazed at it, puzzled. ‘I thought I told him to give me some fucking space for a weekend!’
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125Alice broke the silence. “Is… is everything all right, Laurie?”
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127“Yeah,” she barked back, “peachy, even. But let me get in here to redo my makeup,” and she beelined toward the bathroom. 
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129“Ugh, Laurie, I wanted to go!” Jen whined petulantly. “Can you hurry?”
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131“Go down to the lobby and use that one, you cow! I need this one!”
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133***
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135 Laurie slammed the door, navigating her carefully manicured hands over her touchscreen. Frank’s name appeared as the phone function began ringing away. She slammed the fan on, hoping to keep her nosy cohort from hearing.
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137“Why did you text me, Frank?” she pressed immediately. 
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139“Hello, sunshine, nice to hear from you too,” the voice crackled back. “Hey, what are you up to right now?”
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141“That’s none of your fucking beeswax! I told you that I wanted a bit of space! But here you are, calling my cellphone…”
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143“Laurie, you called me.”
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145“Only because you called! What do you even want?”
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147A sigh came through the phone. “Laurie, I saw your mom at the store today.”
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149“What do you want, a fucking medal?”
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151“She told me you were in King of Saxony at the Marion Suites. She invited me over for dinner anyway, though.”
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153Laurie fumed silently. That hippie bitch gave away her big plans! “Okay, so my mom gets along with you. She gets along with everybody. So what?” 
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155“Well, it’s getting a little late, so I thought I might drop by with a midnight snack—I know how much my pumpkin enjoys a treat in the middle of the night.”
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157Laurie felt herself getting red, both from embarrassment at such a stupid pet name as well as her pent-up rage toward her idiot boyfriend. “Frank, did you follow us here?”
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159“I didn’t really follow you—I only got here a few minutes ago. But if you don’t want this cake, then…”
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161“No!—I mean, well, I don’t need it. We ate pretty well today, thanks very much for asking.”
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163“I stopped at Desserts and Delicacies on the way over”—which totally wasn’t fair, seeing how it was Laurie’s favorite dessert shop—“but it should keep for next time, right?”
164
165Laurie was drooling a little bit. “W…what else do you have?” 
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167The tinny voice almost gloated back triumphantly. “Besides this cheesecake, I got a few cannoli, this cute pudding thing—”
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169“Listen, you little shit. You’ll be bringing that all up to me as soon as I say. But then I’m sending you back home.” 
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171“Yes ma’am. Anything else?”
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173Laurie clicked the red dot and hung up, then found the number for the hotel and dialed it. “Yes, I’m a guest—could you put me through to the lobby?” she inquired in a saccharine voice. “Hi, I called a few minutes ago about getting a different room—yes, from 1109—well, I wanted to ask if I could get that second room and keep this one as well. It’s the same credit card information. …Yes, all the better! Thank you so much, honey,” and she quickly hung up. ‘Fuck,’ she thought. But there was no way that she was going to have Alice and Jen discover the goodies that Frank was going to bring her—he brought them for her to eat and no more, and certainly no need to share. ‘And even better, I won’t even have to listen to that whale’s snoring,’ she realized. 
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175She typed quickly into her oversized phone, ‘Need a new room from the lobby. I’ll tell the girls that I’m sick’, and then she sent her message. She typed out a new one, carefully keeping her perfect, done-up nails from tapping against the screen: ‘I’ll tell you the # when I get it”.
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177With a sigh, she emerged from the bathroom to a knock at the room’s door. “What the fuck?” she mouthed at Jen and Alice; Jen was snickering on the bed. 
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179She answered the door. “Is room 1109, no?” An attendant pushing a cart laden with all sorts of dishes could barely see the big-bosomed teen at the door. 
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181 “Oh, yes,” Laurie chuckled hesitantly, “we definitely called room service!” She turned around and cast a venomous glare at her ditzy friend. “Doesn’t surprise me at all,” she muttered.
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183***
184
185“How can it be that Laurie is feeling ill all of a sudden?” Alice wondered aloud. “She seemed to be doing fine today between driving and shopping…”
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187“What’sh important ish—” Jen started, taking a moment to swallow a bite from her steak sandwich—“is that the lobby has some medicine for her to take!”
188
189“Is that something they carry?...” Alice trailed off.
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191“Of courshe!” Jen exclaimed, with a full mouth once more. “In a ritzy place like this, it hash to be complimentary!”
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193“She didn’t even tell us what was wrong!”
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195“Maybe it was something in her subs. Idk,” Jen said flippantly. “What matters is that there is more for us here!” She bubbily took another bite from her steak sandwich and gestured toward the cart. “And don’t even tell me that you aren’t hungry, Alice,” she said with a reprimanding tone. 
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197“Well…it’s just that…it’s all on Laurie’s bill. And I just—”
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199“Wrong!” Jen crowed. “It’s on Laurie’s mom’s bill. Big diff.”
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201“But it’s morally repre—” Alice started off, only to be interrupted again. 
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203“More like morally delicious. Like, enjoy something! I’ll even share my fries with you if it makes you feel better!”
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205“…I guess…a few fries can’t hurt,” Alice muttered, launching herself with effort from her seated position on her side of the bed in order to get closer to the culinary objective on the other side. ‘Besides,’ she thought as she shuffled her bulk over to Jen, ‘it’s all paid for already, so the damage is already done…’
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207“You can have, like, whatever. But save some for me because I’m famished.” Despite having eaten her sizable portion, Jen rubbed her fleshy torso caringly, as if she were actually hungry. Maybe she truly was. “It all looks so good,” she murmured.
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209Alice’s eyes widened as she saw just how many courses were packed on the cart. There was a small (but fancy)-looking pizza next to a slab of salmon, along with two gigantic portions of lasagna and a hefty burger. And, on the cart’s second shelf, Alice found an entire cheesecake with a series of napkins, utensils, and plates. ‘They probably figured that we had a large party eating all this,’ Alice thought.
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211“Jen, isn’t this a bit much?” Alice asked, following up on her internal monologue.
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213“Um, no!” Jen spat. “Laurie might even want some of this if she ends up feeling better!” But, upon saying that, Jen cast a forlorn gaze toward the rest of the food (she had scooped up a hunk of lasagna). “Well, on second thought…”
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215Alice looked questioningly at Jen. “What?”
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217“Um…like, let’s just hurry and eat this all up.”
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219“Jen!” Alice exclaimed, half-astonished, half-amused. “You’re so mean!”
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221“Noooo!” Jen replied, mouth stuffed with lasagna. “I’m jusht…hungry!”
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223The blonde heifer followed suit, and picked up her serving of lasagna. When it got close to her snout, the aromas enticed her—‘no wonder Jen wants to keep Laurie away,’ Alice thought whilst shivering with anticipation. “Bon appetit!”
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225One mouthful of the delightful red sauce and the noodles surrounding it had Alice entirely enthralled. Another deft forkful brought more to her mouth, which she crammed in with her other bite. “Mmmm!” She softly moaned approvingly. She practically was practically floating on air with all of the flavor, until she finally landed her plush tush next to Jen’s. 
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227“Haff some fries, Alish! They’re good like thish!—” and Jen demonstrated, swiping a few of them through some of the sauce and the oozing cheese, before tossing them into the back of her throat. She couldn’t entirely escape some of the sauce falling outside of her gullet, and a slight stain began to form at the corners of her mouth. 
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229“Uh, thanks for the offer!” Alice stammered. “Maybe in a bit.”
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231“They’re jusht gonna get cold…” Jen replied, taking up more and repeating her technique, with similar messy results. 
232
233Alice had remained diligent with her fork, working through a good fraction of her dish. After a certain amount of time, she no longer savored the sauce, spiced to perfection; instead, the cart and its many foods had caught her eye. ‘What next?...’ Her eyes invariably fell on the burger; within moments, she had packed away her Italian fare, and was struggling to sit up so as to pick up her next course. 
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235Jen had also finished her slab with a stifled (yet fulfilled) -uprp!-, picking up the burger with ease (given how close she was to the cart). “Mm, you look, like, so good,” she muttered, and took up a hunk and began chewing it up; then, she saw Alice and the dejected look in her eyes.
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237“Omg, what’s wrong?” She thought for a second, and then realized why Alice might be upset. “Did you want this, Alice???”
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239“Y-yes, but it’s—” 
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241 “No, like, it’s all yours! I’m sooooo sorry!” Jen said dramatically, gesturing toward Alice with the burger. 
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243Hesitantly, Alice took the burger up, eyeing the teeth marks left by her friend. Jen, atypical of her usual ignorance, also perceived Alice’s hesitation. “Don’t worry! It’s not like I’m sick or anything!”
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245With a slight grimace, Alice bit down around Jen’s scraps. Of course, her taste buds only detected the subtle cheese and the perfectly-prepared meat, but wasn’t it a little moist?…
246
247Jen had already moved on to her next serving, the salmon. “Come on, girl, you’re the one who wanted it so baaad,” she drawled at Alice. “But it’s good, right?”
248
249“Y-yeah,” Alice stuttered. “It really is.”
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251“Mmm!” was the extent of Jen’s response as she sampled more salmon. “-Urrp!-” She emitted, but then a slight frown formed on her face. “Yuck,” she quietly reflected.
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253“Oh, is it not good?” Alice inquired, looking up from her tremendous serving of meat.
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255“Like, no! -Hibp!- It’s actually really good.” But Jen grimaced. “It’s just weird because…now my burps taste like salmon!” 
256
257Alice weakly attempted a giggle, but truth told, she was a little grossed out at this prospect. She redoubled her efforts on the burger, trying not to think about Jen’s commentary on her bodily functions. As she plowed through it, she began to enjoy herself earnestly; after a minute or two, she had finished with a silent -hrp- and hesitated a moment before she realized that the last dish was already being eaten up—the pizza, which had looked so good!
258
259“Jen, can I have some too?”
260
261“Duh! You can haf that half!” Alice again sat up and reached toward the three slices of the pizza—she picked up a slice right as Jen picked up her third slice. Alice bit into the pizza—so much better than the stuff they usually got at their sleepovers—and she felt some of the red sauce ooze out.
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263“Oops,” she gently noted, and looked up toward the cart for a napkin. She found Jen’s face—practically smothered in red sauce from the mouth down—and on it a delighted expression. In one hand were two slices of pizza smooshed together (and was that pile of sauce on the sheets from the pizza?), which Jen had made substantial progress; in her other hand was the other slice, folded up in half, New York style. 
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265“Uh, Jen, would you like a napkin?” Alice asked as she took one up for herself, gesturing toward her gluttonous friend.
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267She received no response aside from a moan, “Mmhm!” as Jen wrapped her plump lips around another saucy bite of the double-decker slices, eyes shut and apparently oblivious to the outside world. The chomp down resulted with more sauce accumulating on her face, but this time a few drips dribbled down her cheeks and below—now on her skimpy grey v-neck, and into her considerable (yet modest relative to her friends’) cleavage.
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269“Jen? Hello?” The blimped-up day-dreamer opened her eyes slowly, as if the adjustment from her own world of culinary pleasures to a reality containing Alice was too much to bear.
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271“L-like, what’s up?” 
272
273“Did you want a napkin?” 
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275“No, thank you,” Jen said with a wave of her hand (launching a tiny projectile of sauce toward the wall), “no sense in using one now if there’s more left! -Elchh!-” She went to take another bite as Alice shrugged, but then muttered to herself, “Actually, that reminds me...”
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277“What, Jen?”
278
279“Oh, nothing!” Jen sat up from her bed with strained effort, and with a sharp intake of breath, she replied, “I wanted to get my dessert and serve it up for us!”
280
281‘Dessert?!’ A celebratory cheer went off in Alice’s mind. “But, wait, Jen, we ordered dessert here…”
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283“Um, is there such a thing as, like, too much dessert?” Jen’s tremendous derriere addressed Alice as its owner reached down to her backpack. “Ooof!” she exclaimed with effort. “I, like, can’t even believe that I almost forgot about these brownies!” Lo and behold, unfolded tinfoil revealed three decent-sized brownies out of Jen’s bag of goodies. “Want one?”
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285“Uh, well, they’re your brownies, Jen. I really—”
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287 “Of course you want one! Here, take it!” Jen’s greasy hand held the tinfoil, which Alice took a hold of. She still had a few bites of her last slice of pizza, but after seeing Jen’s expectant gaze, she thought that it would be best to take a bite. She chomped into it—it was fudgy and sweet. But she sensed a weird aftertaste—it was almost grungy. “Hm,” Alice remarked to herself.
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289“Just set them down on the cart,” Jen directed. “I want some -hic!- cheesecake first.” Alice obliged with another bite into her brownie—again, almost entirely normal save for the last moments.
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291The XL blonde decided to finish off her pizza so as to savor some of the sweetness at the end of her meal, and then she quickly chomped through the remaining two bites of her brownie. Finally ready for the cheesecake, she encountered Jen cradling the entire tin with one hand against her stomach, leaving her other hand free. But, Alice noted, Jen had decided entirely to forego the utensils on the cart; now she was picking up slices directly and placing them into her mouth. Although the crust crumbled here and there, and some little specks ended up again in Jen’s boobs, overall the method of delivery was quite efficient. 
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293A deep rumble broke the silence, which must have come from Jen’s stomach. Alice decided at first to reach over and summon Jen again from her food trance, but a subsequent -rrt!- gave her pause. Once again grimacing, Alice thought that it might be best to settle—for now—with another brownie.
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295Still standing awkwardly at the cart, she had made it halfway through before her fat friend exclaimed, with a yelp, “A-Alice! Like, shave shome for the rhest of ush! -ullp!-” 
296
297“Oh, sorry, Jen—do you want this half?”
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299“Yesh, -gulp!-, come to momma!” Jen beckoned the brownie (and Alice) over to her position on the bed. “Better bring the other one too.”
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301Alice brought both portions to Jen. “I mean, one was for Laurie, but I don’t think she’ll miiind? But, like, whatever.” She stuffed both into her mouth without a second thought. “Mm. Wow, these ones are pretty good!”
302
303“Wait… what do you mean?” Alice couldn’t help but asking.
304
305“Some of the other ones in the same batch were a lot, like, a lot, stronger.” 
306
307“Jen—do you mean that—that these are—”
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309“Oh, I didn’t tell you? Duh!!!”
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311***
312
313Laurie swiped the card key through the reader. The light flashed, and Laurie shoved it—to no avail. “Goddamn thing,” she cursed to herself, running it through again. “I’m too hungry for this shit.” This time, the light flashed green, and the door gave way.
314
315“Whew,” Laurie remarked as she walked in. She was lightly perspiring due to all of the running around she had to do: after leaving the two cows to graze to their hearts’ content under the guise of sickness, she went to the lobby to grab a new card; with the new card, she came back up the elevator and hurriedly made it to the new place. Her labored breath was indeed from her physical activity—but also from the excitement of eating her favorite treats. 
316
317“First things first.” Laurie typed out a brief message to Frank: “1110”, and then she sent it off. She strolled around the room a bit—almost an exact carbon copy of its counterpart across the hall—and she settled her plump form on the bed for a bit, eagerly anticipating the treats that she was about to enjoy. Yet her daydreams were interrupted when she realized—“Fuck!”—that she needed some of her things from the other room, her makeup and her bag. She began to barge her way out the door and across the hall—
318
319“Knock, knock,” a deep voice emanated from outside Laurie’s door. Slightly startled, but much more riled, Laurie yanked the door open.
320
321“Frank!” She hissed. “Give it to me, now!” 
322
323“What, these?” Frank said, gesturing his head toward the laden bags of dessert. “Wow, you must be hungry,” he said with a slow drawl.
324
325“Stop wasting my precious fucking time! You brought me this stuff, you knew it was my weekend away from everything, now shoo!” 
326
327“Jeez, you won’t even invite me in?” Frank coolly replied. “Well, I may as well text Jen and see if I can visit her—”
328
329“No!” Laurie exclaimed. “Ugh, no, Frank, I don’t want the girls to know that you’re here on my weekend away.” A faint smirk appeared on Frank’s lips. “God, you’re unbearable. Come in, I guess.”
330
331Frank happily stepped inside, whistling to himself. He set the bags down on the table and looked back at his girlfriend, waiting for her to make the next move.
332
333“I need you to wait here while I get my things from across the hall.”
334
335“Oh, they’re in 1109?”
336
337“Yes, you fucking snoop, that’s where they are!” Laurie whispered menacingly as she opened the door.
338
339“Aren’t you ‘sick’?”
340
341“So what, Frank?” Laurie shot back, door still open. 
342
343“If you go back now, they might get suspicious, is all,” Frank said, closely inspecting one of his hands. “But hey, what do I know?”
344
345“Gawddd, Frank,” Laurie said with a slam of the door, “fine.” She whipped out her phone to text Jen: “Sorry bitch I got a new room just for me because I’m not feeling so well. Enjoy all your fucking food”, she vehemently typed in, and spat “Pig,” as the message delivered. 
346
347“Well, you’re trapped in here with me, then,” Frank concluded. 
348
349“Frank, you’re such a piece of—”
350
351“Cut the act, Laurie, and let me feed you already.”
352
353“No!!” The indignant harpy replied. “You’re such a perv—”
354
355“Dammit, Laurie,” Frank raised his voice. “I’m gonna feed you—”
356
357“I’m kicking you out!!!” Laurie shrieked, and lunged for him.
358
359Frank seized his girlfriend’s claws and held her in place (not without a good deal of strength, so as to slow the momentum of her bulk) before she could get nearer. Laurie snarled and heaved with effort—until she eventually acquiesced, and stayed in place. 
360
361“Listen, Laurie,” Frank growled. “I’m going to feed you this dessert, and you’re going to fucking like it.” 
362
363Silence ensued as the couple gazed upon one another with steely eyes—interrupted by a rumble from Laurie’s stomach.
364
365Frank decided to capitalize on this. “See? Even your fat gut wants it.”
366
367Laurie looked like she was about to burst a blood vessel. “I’m. Not. Hungry!”
368
369“Oh, shut up,” Frank said, yanking her toward him. Caught off guard, Laurie stumbled toward her man and found herself up close and personal with her boyfriend, his arm around her back. 
370
371“Let go of me, Frank,” Laurie declared in a serious monotone. 
372
373Still holding Laurie, Frank expertly maneuvered a hand toward one of the bags and seized a cannoli. “Laurie…” he started. “I brought this to you…because…I like you.” Laurie glared defiantly. “So…eat it.” The cannoli at this point was right up against Laurie’s lips, her pout allowing now room for the Italian delicacy. “Fine, be that way.”
374
375Behind Laurie, Frank eased his grip around her to take a pinch of her abundant ass. “Eeek!” Laurie gasped with surprise, only to be penetrated by the cannoli. Laurie bit down angrily, fire in her eyes—
376
377—causing Frank to release her so as to avoid her fury. Laurie munched through her ungainly bite, and then cleared her throat.
378
379“Give me that,” she demanded firmly.
380
381“Did you like it?” Frank asked.
382
383“Give it to me.”
384
385Frank approached Laurie, but still remained out of range while withholding the dessert. “I’ll give it to you.”
386
387“Well, hurry the fuck up then!” Laurie practically screamed.
388
389“But only if I get to feed you this one.”
390
391“Fine!!!” Laurie screeched. All of a sudden, another bite was in her mouth—and then another. Laurie chomped it down desperately, and she was about to ream Frank out before another bite entered her craw. She was ready this time, and she was able to ascertain a kind of rhythm with the last two morsels, swallowing them down—
392
393—up until she found herself falling onto the cushioned mattress of the bed, her boobs heaving upward, and then down again, revealing Frank descending upon her, two cannolis in hand. Her open mouth from the shock permitted another cannoli inside, and Laurie shut her eyes, exasperated. ‘I can’t believe him.’
394
395Another mouthful, and more chewing, and Laurie opened her mouth expectantly for another bite when she realized nothing was there. “What gives, Fra—” She was interrupted by her own sharp exhalation of breath, a soft moan. “Ohh, mm,” she gave up, as Frank seized one of her tremendous breasts above her clothes. 
396
397“So you like this, Laurie?” Frank prodded another cannoli into her mouth as pleasure emanated from Laurie’s breast. 
398
399“Mmmm,” Laurie replied; her lover gave her a chance to clear her throat and she gave a more verbose answer, “I guess it’s okay.”
400
401“Okay,” Frank said. “Maybe you’ll like the cheesecake.”
402
403***
404
405“Calm down, Alice!” Jen hissed. “You need to, like, relax.”
406
407The blubber on Alice’s frame heaved up and down as the young woman took choppy, panicked breaths. “H-how can I c-calm down, Jen?” she sniffled. “I—I’m a—”
408
409“Shh, Alice, baby,” Jen cooed, plummeting next to her friend on the bottomed-out mattress. “There’s nothing to worry about.”
410
411“But, Jen…” Alice stopped herself for a second to compose herself. “M-marijuana is illegal!”
412
413“Only in, like, a few states!” Jen retorted.
414
415“It’s illegal here, Jen!” Alice franticly replied. Her voice picked up speed and began to quaver.  “And, by the way, it’s illegal in most states, not just a few! Jesus!” 
416
417“Well…” Jen thoughtfully formulated an argument in her head. After a while, she forwarded: “It doesn’t matter if it’s illegal! It isn’t dangerous and everyone does it! Duh!”
418
419“Well, I can’t do this, Jen…” Alice replied. She was on the verge of tears again.
420
421“There, there,” her friend consoled. “Trust me, you’ll love it.” Alice wailed on hearing this; Jen frowned.
422
423“Listen, Alice, Craig and I smoke weed all the time. It is honestly super-relaxing and it is, like, so much fun.” Jen nudged up against her friend, placing a greasy hand on her shoulder. “There’s nothing to be worried about!”
424
425 “B-but,” Alice bleated, “what if we get arrested?”
426
427Jen’s face reverted to a puzzled configuration. “Um, how?”
428
429“Because we ate weed, Jen!”
430
431“Is there, like, any evidence?”
432
433Alice looked down at her stomach. “Umm…”
434
435“We ate it all up! No harm, no foul! Besides, who would even bother us on the eleventh floor of this place, anyway?”
436
437Alice considered this for a moment. Jen was right—at the very least, no one would know. She fumbled around mentally for a few seconds, trying to articulate her next question, but Jen knew exactly what she was going to ask.
438
439“No, Alice, shut up. Being high is the best thing ever. You’ll see.”
440
441“W-what is it like, Jen?”
442
443“Well…” Jen thought for a moment, while an ominous rumble emanated from her butterball stomach. “I haven’t had a body high before. But when Craig and me smoke, it’s like…like time slows down, but sometimes it speeds up. And you get really focused on some things, and the unimportant stuff fades away.”
444
445Alice let out a defeated -hic!-. But she seemed mostly at ease.
446
447“Oh, but when funny stuff happens, it’s super funny. Like, one time, I laughed at Craig for probably ten minutes because he spilled lube all over the—” Jen paused after she saw Alice flinch. “Well, anyway, it’s like that.”
448
449“But Jen… Am I high right now?” Alice worried.
450
451“Like, omg, no!” 
452
453“How long does that take?”
454
455Jen checked the time on her phone. “Umm… we gotta digest first… so -hubrp!- maybe in two hours? Maybe?” she said, her forehead scrunched up after having exerted so much mental energy on such a complex task. 
456
457Alice worriedly looked around the hotel room. “Uh, um, what do we do until then?”
458
459The bottom-heavy bimbo strained and summoned her luxurious rear-end into the air, parking it in front of Alice as she distractedly looked at her phone. “I am, like, so happy that… you asked,” she said. 
460
461“Why?” It was Alice’s turn to be confused. (She was also confused by the inclement smell coming from the gigantic booty before her.)
462
463“Because…we are going to get…” Jen trailed off as she goggled at her phone.
464
465“…get what?” Alice prompted.
466
467“…the munchies!” Jen finally exclaimed, looking up from her phone and turning back to Alice. “And, like, the munchies are the best part about being high. -Urp.- Excuse me.”
468
469The soon-to-be stoner looked doubtful. “We just ate an entire cart of food…”
470
471“Like, except for that cheesecake,” Jen noted as she gestured toward Alice’s share. “Which I might want later.”
472
473“Um, uh, Jen, I think that’s my cheesecake,” Alice gently reminded her friend. 
474
475Jen, who had plopped her fat body onto the bed, looked up, bewildered. “Girl, what?”
476
477“It’s just that, well, you already ate your share.”
478
479“Um, I totally don’t remember,” Jen declared, squinting as she attempted to recall. “Like, who even cares. We can just split it. Besides, we’ll need the energy for figuring out…this!” She exclaimed, showing her fat friend the phone. A short silence accompanied Alice’s dumbfounded look (only broken by a squeaky -rrft!-, half hidden by Jen’s rushed explanation). “Duh, Supereats,” she explained.
480
481“…I still don’t know what that is,” said Alice.
482
483“Like, I’ll do it for you. How does Mediterranean sound? Better get some Italian too, just in case… and, like, I could totally go for another burger or two…” Jen stood by, punching information into her phone.
484
485‘Maybe I should download this app anyway…’, Alice reasoned with herself. ‘It will be easier than paying Jen back for all the food.’ Likewise, she mimicked the finger movements of her friend; and, for a while, only faintest noise of plush fingers pressing against glass and rumbles of indigestion filled the room. As Alice reviewed her order, she muttered to herself, “Ooh, I should plug in my phone.” 
486
487Burdened by the heavy food in her stomach, Alice lumbered over to where she had set her suitcase, rummaging for her phone charger. Instead, she found her gratuitous stash of food—chips, candies, some chocolate-covered pretzels. ‘I forgot about these,’ Alice thought to herself, idly digging up a bag.
488
489“Jen! Look what I found!” Alice beamed as she showed off her findings. “Between these and all the food you just ordered, we should have enough.” 
490
491“Oh, like, I have my stash too. But don’t worry, I already got some more. We’re gonna need a lot. Like, a loooot,” Jen drawled, with emphasis. 
492
493“Okay,” Alice concluded her orders with a graceful tap of her screen. With finality, she asked, “…now what?”
494
495“Let’s see if there’s anything on!” Jen shifted her bulk toward the television. “Can you, like, get the controller, Alice?” she asked, with a whine in her voice.
496
497Alice waddled over to the central console and picked it up. She turned on the television and made her way over to her bed. 
498
499“Omg, Cupcake Wars! Alice, I -hbup!- I love this show!” 
500
501***
502
503“So if I eat this entire cheesecake in ten minutes, you’ll go?” Laurie asked.
504
505“Yes,” Frank confirmed.
506
507“For good?”
508
509“Yep.”
510
511“And if I don’t eat the entire thing…”
512
513“…you have to do what I say.”
514
515“Okayyy,” Laurie said to herself. “First of all, Frank, this is bullshit, so fuck you. But second of all, since you’re going to leave—which you will leave, because I can easily eat this in ten minutes—I guess that your idiocy makes it worth it.”
516
517“Ten minutes on the clock?” Frank looked down at his phone. “Ready, and…”
518
519“Wait!” Laurie shouted. “What the fuck are you going to be doing the entire time?”
520
521“I have to make sure you don’t cheat, of course,” Frank said matter-of-factly. “Ready? Go!’
522
523“Asshole,” Laurie whispered; simultaneously, she forced herself into the office chair at the hotel’s desk, and began using the meager plastic fork provided to shovel away at the cheesecake. “Ohmygod,” she reflected on her first bite. “It’s so good.”
524
525“Come on, Laurie, keep it up!” Frank tapped at his wrist, as if he were wearing a watch. “Time’s a-tickin’!”
526
527Laurie swallowed another forkful down. “Fine! Happy?” She swooped in again with her fork, and then again. There wasn’t any time to cut the cake nicely into conventional slices, so Laurie was working away from the center and moving outward, hollowing out a sizable space in the middle.
528
529“Mmmph,” Laurie conceded, as she crammed more bites into her face. Her chewing became laborious, and she rubbed away at her jaw.
530
531“You don’t have to chew everything up perfectly, babe,” Frank called. “Just enough to be able to swallow it.”
532
533“Shu-hurp!- shut up, Frank!” Needless to say, Laurie’s next forkfuls were moistened, but she swallowed away the sugary substance without regard for completely masticating its entire mass. 
534
535The process continued for a few minutes in relative silence, save for an occasional -hic!- from Laurie, or condescending encouragement from Frank. Laurie had made quite a dent in the cake, and the metallic tin was beginning to shine up from many sections when Laurie asked, “How much time?”
536
537 “Eh… about three minutes, babe. Come on, you’re so close!” 
538
539‘Fuck,’ Laurie thought to herself, effectively ignoring Frank’s taunts. ‘I gotta eat the rest of this up quick…’ She forced a hand into the tin and scooped up some of the dessert, then forcing it into her mouth. Although she had to spend more time chewing, the amount that she was able to suck off of her fattened-up fingers was impressive, and the tin was notably closer to winning out.  
540
541Frank cheered from across the way. “Woo, Laurie!”
542
543Laurie’s next attempt seized more cake, but she had slowed down—not because her conviction had dulled, rather her movements had become more and more tense. She shot a look at Frank that seeped pure rage into the hotel room, and then turned back to the task in hand. 
544
545“Some pig! Two minutes left!” 
546
547The corpulent contestant proceeded at her slowed pace, carefully scooping up cake and positioning it in front of her mouth. ‘Come on! I gotta eat faster!’ Laurie thought to herself. She began to sweat with effort—but to no avail. She couldn’t force down the amount of cheesecake in her gullet.
548
549“One minute, fat-ass!”
550
551“Ughhh,” Laurie groaned, looking down at the tin. She was panting at the effort—maybe two scoops left?—but she was so full. She rubbed her stomach—holy fuck, it was packed, and it felt so good—
552
553“Mmmph!” Laurie bleated in shock, swallowing cake down. Frank had forced the tin up to her mouth, and she couldn’t help but resist. 
554
555“You’re going to do this, piggy, now come on!”
556
557Laurie delicately bit at the food in the tin, scooping some into her mouth while the remainder fell down into her engorged cleavage. Her breathing became more labored—there was no denying it now. She was really, really horny—between the feeling in her gut and Frank feeding her—
558
559“Di-ding-ding!” The alarm went off, but Frank ignored it as Laurie continued to eat away at the cheesecake. Eventually, Laurie threw her head back, her mouth surrounded by crumbs of crust and filling. “F-Frank, I can’t—”
560
561“Don’t worry, sweetie,” he consoled her removing the remains of the pie. “You were so close.” 
562
563Heavy breathing filled the air. 
564
565“Well… are you just -hiccup!- continue ignoring my stomach?”
566
567“I’m sorry?” Frank asked, confused.
568
569“Take off my shirt and massage me, you piece of shit!” 
570
571“Oh, my apologies, your highness,” Frank started. “Anything to help relieve you of your gluttony.” Frank quickly seized the burdened green sweater, summoning it upward (while muttering to himself, “bitch”) and he released spilling mounds of flesh: Laurie’s pride and joy, her fattened-up rack, as well as her increasingly-large stomach. 
572
573Laurie would have been annoyed with Frank’s comments, but his cool hands started to knead at her flesh, applying the perfect amount of pressure while caressing away at her stuffed abdomen. Her breathing had slightly slowed from before, but it quickly picked back up as she got more horny. Comments like “I need to stop enabling you like this,” and “You really gotta control yourself,” did nothing to help the situation. Eventually, Frank declared, “Your stomach is wayyyy bigger than your boobs, you know,” and Laurie couldn’t resist anymore: she forced her left-hand around Frank and slipped under the hem of her dress, pawing away at herself.
574
575 “You know, I’m getting the impression that you’re enjoying this…” 
576
577Breathless, Laurie concentrated to form an ultimatum: “Feed me or finger me.” 
578
579Frank didn’t need to be told twice—he yanked Laurie’s wrist, prompting a sudden gasp of pleasure, and then carefully navigated to her fattened genital mound, applying pressure as he skimmed over it. While gripping her stomach in his other hand, Frank began probing away at the valley of skin down there, detecting just how wet she was. 
580
581“Wow, you’re really enjoying this,” Frank muttered. Laurie moaned and spread her legs farther apart as one of his fingers slipped inside, and he rhythmically pushed in and pulled out. 
582
583“Uh, mmm,” Laurie grunted. “Keep going.”
584
585Frank slowed down as he whispered to the blimp over him, “Well, before we do anything, I want to make sure that this isn’t too much exercise for the fatty. You sure you can keep up?” 
586
587Laurie moaned in approval, and Frank redoubled his efforts from within her. 
588
589“You might even burn some precious calories. You wouldn’t want this tummy getting any smaller, would you?” Frank put more strength into his thrusts. “And what about your tremendous tits? Are you sure this is okay?” With his free hand, he gripped the over-taxed bra around one of Laurie’s melons. 
590
591“Oh, gawwwd,” Laurie moaned. “Go… harder,” she commanded, before quietly letting loose a “-hic!-”
592
593Frank shoved his finger deeper and deeper, and then moved more and more quickly. He looked up at his lover for some kind of feedback—Laurie’s eyes were rolled up in the back of her head, and she started to tilt her head backward in pleasure. 
594
595“Eat this, pig,” Frank said to himself, shoving his second finger within his target, and then moved more and more intensely. His hand on Laurie’s breast didn’t do much to prevent the rest of her flabby flash from undulating with the movement.
596
597“Oohhh, yeeesss,” Laurie moaned as she came around Frank. He continued to push and pull, but now more slowly, so as to allow her to catch her breath. Eventually, Laurie took up Frank’s hand and took it out of her.
598
599“O-okay, Frank—that was okay—but it’s kind of late and you should probably head ou—”
600
601“Excuse me?” Frank cut her off. “I’m pretty sure you still have to do whatever I want.”
602
603The raven-haired teen cast a sharp glare at her “boyfriend.” “What do you mean?” An impatient gesture toward the cheesecake tin revealed exactly what he had meant. “Ohhh… shit.”
604
605***
606
607Jen was melting into the bed that she was sitting/laying on, snorting at the reality tv show in front of her. Well, not really melting into it, but she felt like she was. 
608
609“Ugh, like, gone… already?” Although it wasn’t easy to summon her bulk up, Jen felt like she practically floated upward from her position to reach for more of Alice’s snacks from her side of the bed. The languid latina had already depleted her own supply of food, but Alice wouldn’t mind, right? 
610
611Jen’s eyes lingered on Alice, and a smile came to her face (making her lips and cheeks feel warm—not even from the ring of hot cheeto dust that settled around her mouth). “Shanks, gurl,” she said to her friend. “You’re lookin’ good, btw,” she noted with a snicker. The blonde was conked out, dramatically strewn across her half of the bed. She would occasionally mumble or emit a moan in her sleep.
612
613The weed had hit them kind of late, so Jen couldn’t even blame her for having passed out before the high proper. ‘Oh well,’ she thought to herself, ‘she won’t be missing these.’
614
615Jen tore open another bag, and she refocused her wayward attention back on the series before her, an asinine episode featuring celebrity sisters fighting amongst themselves about…something, something that Jen couldn’t quite keep track of. “Maybe for the larghesht ass. Omg,” Jen said while stifling a chortle, “I’m gonna die laughing…”
616
617Her gaze remained fixated on the screen as she shoved chip after chip into her mouth, without regard for how she kept her mouth open while she chewed; this neglect caused crumbs to fly out of her mouth and onto her clothes, into her boobs, or onto the bed as she snorted or simply exhaled heavily. A rumble emanated beneath her, her bowels churning. 
618
619“Ugh, at leasht wait until the commershals,” she reprimanded downward, at her stomach. Her shirt had begun to ride up in her reclined position, revealing the lower swell of her stomach. Larger than ever, it was continuing its endeavors to smother up more and more of Jen’s tree-trunk thighs, and behind them her juicy ass. From all parts, the fat oozed minutely outward as Jen stuffed herself further; only the occasional -rrp- or even -skrt!- would halt the advancing gelatin, but even then only for a moment. Jen obliviously continued to gorge herself, unknowingly encouraging her monstrous gain and the expansion of her rich, café-colored flesh.
620
621Eventually, a rumbling -grrmrb- forced Jen’s hand. She floated again upward from her side of the bed (albeit not very gracefully, for some of her forlorn packets of chips spilled asunder and emptied crumbs on the bed), and made her way toward the bathroom. As she practically skipped over, she saw a man appear on the television, with scant clothing, a glimpse of his abs… Jen practically drooled. “I’m misshing the besht part ‘cuz of you!” She angrily scolded herself. 
622
623Jen did her business in the bathroom (“I don’t think thish will wake up Alish…right?”) and went up to wash her hands. She giggled at her reflection in the mirror as she toiled, rinsing chip dust and crumbs from her beautiful, chubby digits—she was so in tune with her body! She took notice of her puffed-out cheeks and the sloppy evidence of many meals on and around her mouth, she saw her greasy hair, she felt how heavily she was breathing despite the miniscule effort required to get her on and off the toilet—she felt like she could feel her stomach working away at the mountains of food that she had deposited inside of herself. 
624
625She rubbed her stomach appreciatively (causing her hands to pick up some of the sweat and grease that had accumulated), prompting an “-urrp.-” Pleased with herself and still feeling good, Jen waddled out of the bathroom and was about to resume her snacking when she saw the same guy on the television screen—“Looking good ash ever,” she whispered, pilfering a package of cookies from Alice’s side of the bed as she stood by. 
626
627‘Oh, gawd, those abs…’ She was entranced. And the fuzzy feeling from her body eventually compelled her to retrieve her phone from between her cleavage; when the man flashed of the screen, Jen didn’t even fully realize what she was looking for until she was staring at them in miniature, on the phone screen—a picture of Craig’s muscly stomach. Granted, he wasn’t quite as ripped as that hunk, but even so… 
628
629“I wonder what’sh -hic!- up with Craig rn, anyway…” she trailed off in her typical valley-girl accent, and again started moving without necessarily taking heed. 
630
631“Umm, whoa, heh heh…” Jen took another cookie and forced it in her mouth—by the time she comprehended what she had done, she was back in the bathroom again with her cookies but also some more snacks. Also, the black screen on her phone and the ringing phone icon suggested that she was calling someone…? Oh, and she was sitting on the (warm) toilet, and her skirt and panties were down around her buttery cankles.
632
633“Yo.”
634
635Jen swallowed deeply so as to clear her throat. Duh, it was Craig!
636
637“—Uh, heyyy, babe,” she slurred. “What’s up?”
638
639Craig took a moment before responding. “Jen, it’s two in the morning.”
640
641Jen processed this information, and then winced. “-Hic!-”
642
643Craig broke the silence. “I mean…is something wrong?”
644
645“No! I mean, like, not really, I just wanted to…ask…and see what you’re up to…”
646
647She waited for a response as she heard some muffled—yet inaudible—shouting from the receiver. “Yeah, uh, don’t worry about it. I thought I told you earlier…I’m helping my friend move in tonight. You know, Josh?”
648
649Jen furled her brow in concentration—it didn’t ring any bells, but maybe it was the weed. “Um, I think?”
650
651Craig resumed. “Anyway, we’re all done now, so we’re just drinking and he got us all pizza as thanks.”
652
653‘Whatever,’ Jen decided. “Ohhh, I see,” she said, feigning interest. “But, like, I’m wondering—” (she attempted to stifle an interrupting -brp!-) “like, do you gotta minute? I need some help.”
654
655“Yeah,” Craig replied. “Make it quick, pumpkin—I think they’re calling me back in…”
656
657Jen giggled as she fumbled around the words. Her volume dropped as she whispered into the receiver (rubbing her thighs together all the while), “It’s just that, Craig…I want your big, fat cock inside me,” she eventually musters, a maniacal grin plastered on her face. 
658
659She waited eagerly for a response, which eventually came through—“Jen, sweetheart, I gotta go. I can’t tonight.” Jen frowned, taken aback. “I think—I think they might’ve just found some more stuff to take care of.”
660
661“Oh, heheh, like, my bad,” Jen stammered. 
662
663“But tell me what you’re up to tomorrow,” Craig attempted to recover.
664
665“Omg, yeah, I’ll totally text you in the morning!” 
666
667“Yeah, cupcake, that sounds good… Sorry, gotta go.” 
668
669“‘K, bye,” Jen barked, unable to hide her disappointment, and she hung up. She cast aside her phone to the bathroom vanity. “Ugh,” she admitted to herself, looking down at her crammed thunder thighs. “Now what?” She extended a fat arm toward the vanity once more, obtaining the diminished package of peppermint cookies. She sat thoughtfully on the toilet as she stuffed two into her mouth. Counterintuitively, it didn’t take long for the ditz to figure out a course of action—but she was high and horny, so she was accomplishing spectacular things.
670
671*** 
672
673“I thought that dudes weren’t supposed to, uh, you know.”
674
675“What do you mean, sweetie?”
676
677Laurie stared at Frank’s erect dick. “I mean…so soon?”
678
679“Did you fall asleep? It’s been a while!” 
680
681Laurie frowned. It was possible—after their first go, Laurie had snuggled up against Frank and melted into him, while her lover had turned on the television and stroked away at her hair. She eventually found her angle: “I already did what you wanted. I don’t owe you anything!”
682
683“Well, you still have to do what I say. But after this, I swear you’re off the hook.”
684
685“Eh, thanks, but I’ll pass.” Laurie rolled her bulk over.
686
687“Aren’t you hungry?”
688
689Laurie’s eyes lit up. Her stomach had been rumbling, and she had been just thinking about getting something from the vending machines to reward her for all that work… “What do you mean?” she said, shortly.
690
691“Just one more thing. You’ll get some food, I’ll be done with you; everyone wins.”
692
693Laurie groaned. “Fine…”
694
695***
696
697Jen nodded, determinedly. She set the package down on the ground and summoned up her phone once more. In her browser, she loaded up her favorite porn website. Licking her lips (and catching some cheese dust), she scrolled around the site expectantly while it loaded—but, eventually, she realized, something was wrong, and the site simply wasn’t loading completely.
698
699“Ugh, you fucking thing,” Jen started as she refreshed. While she reloaded the page, she stooped over (with some difficulty) to pick up some more cookies, loosing an -rrft!- in the process. “Uff,” she declared with effort as she sat back up. The site was still incomplete—there were boxes where videos should be with tiny thumbnails inside, as well as titles and descriptions, but she couldn’t get a single video to load in. “I thought, like, this was supposed to be a fancy hotel,” she surmised, tossing the cookies back into her mouth, “but the wifi shucksh!!”
700
701Even so, Jen continued to eye up the webpage, enthralled by what could have been. A certain title caught her eye, she probed at it with a curious (sausagey) finger: “dp night teen sleepover.” As the page slowly loaded, she thought to herself, ‘Omg, it’s like our sleepovers!’ But as the api revealed itself, and the rest of the page’s information appeared (related videos, comments, the whole shebang), the video failed to come forth. “Ugh, this blowsh,” Jen muttered. However, she was still hungry for action, so she tried clicking on a new page: “Cameron Exotica puts out & cam show”.
702
703Again, the site loaded in, but no dice on the actual video playback. Frustrated, Jen clicked again: “Anal interview with Cameron Exotica.” Nothing, although this didn’t stop Jen from fiddling around where the playback bar would be under the video. She rolled her eyes and clicked once more, one more try, just in case: “Thick Exotica.”
704
705“Fuuuck, thish ish shooo annoying! -Hurrp!- I should totally complain!” She went to horse around with the page more, but she eventually found herself focusing in on the comment section: “Yo this fcking bitch thick!!!”
706
707This caught Jen’s attention, and she kept reading on. “I’d kill to hav her to be perfectly honest with you lads”; “hnngg”; et cetera. Jen pulled another package from the vanity and opened it, crunching away at chips ahoy while reading. Another comment divulged: “This ones better bros,” including a link to another page: “revenge on big ass barista.”
708
709Jen squinted at what did load in of the thumbnail—“O, m, g,” she concluded, “that is a huge ass.” She eyed up the few comments, and then went to the sidebar and clicked through a few more: “thick!!! Hermanastra gordita y yo,” for starters, whose comments were all unintelligible (“What tf does  ‘est-a ching-ad-a mu-jer’ even mean?”); eventually, she stumbled upon “big butt thick latina.” Some comments were as indecipherable, but some were more coherent: “crippingly erotic tbh,” as well as “delicious and beautiful.” 
710
711Jen was squirming in her seat at this point, moving her thighs up and down, thus seeping fat and out of her overindulged pleasure zone. The occasional contact caused Jen to take a sharp intake of breath here and there; she scrolled back up to the thumbnail and zoomed in. “Mmm,” Jen noted. “She’sh, like, really shexy… and pretty big, too,” she noted, observing just how large the exposed backside was; she continued to move around as she palced more cookies in her mouth, disregarding the shower of crumbs descending onto her stomach and falling between her thighs. 
712
713She went back down to the comments while chewing away thoughtfully: “this is my kind of fatass”; “she aint thick yall she just fat!!!” Finishing up the last of her cookies and licking the crumbs off of her doughy hands, Jen couldn’t resist plunging her free hand between her thick thighs in order to start working away. “I, like, can’t even believe that I -hiccup!- I’m doing thish,” she commented to herself. But—between the effects of the weed and just how good it felt—Jen couldn’t stop herself. 
714
715Looking at the related videos, she realized that all of them had the letters “BBW.” “Like, what doesh that even mean…?” But she chose one at random, “BBW schoolgirl punishment,” and the thumbnail revealed a fairly obese woman dressed as a schoolgirl pouting and looking away as an unprofessional looking “teacher” scolded her. “I wanna fuck this fatty so bad!!!”, gushed one (a reply read, “you know she didn’t post this video and probably doesn’t read these comments…”). Another declared, “eat up bitch”.
716
717Jen didn’t need to be told twice. Practically throwing away her phone, she retrieved a few more cookies from the package and shoved them into her mouth. “Uhh, yesh,” she muttered to herself, her breath quickening; as she attempted to crunch down around her overfull mouthful, she used her second hand to start working away at her vagina, slipping in her fingers while her left hand hovered above around her g-spot, working away vigorously.
718
719Her eyes rolling into the back of her head, Jen shuddered and whispered out loud, “Gawd, yesh.” She used her left hand to retrieve more cookies (without regard for her bodily fluids; her lust was too great) and chowed down while she increased her intensity. She was beginning to lose herself in the rhythm. “Omg,” she gushed in a hushed tone, “I’m jusht like those girlsh, I’m thiiick.” A loud “-ffrft-” escaped her as she declared this. “But I’m, like, extra-thick,” she continued with a throaty tone, “‘cuz I luff food so fuckin’ much!!” 
720
721With an “-urp-” to affirm her gluttony, Jen began scooting back and forth on the toilet (initially wary at the creaking coming from behind her—was it the toilet fixture—whatever, fuck it). This occasioned the last of the cookies and redoubled efforts to cram her plumped-up hand in as far as she could inside of herself. “Fuck yeaaah,” she whispered around the cookies, emitting another large “-phbbt-”, and finally cumming profusely. 
722
723Her hands slowed while Jen took a moment to catch her breath; she could feel her heart pumping away desperately while it pushed blood around her burdened bulk. “Uff,” she sighed. “I’m, like, such a perv…” She pulled her hand out of herself and reached forward (with effort) for Alice’s bag of chocolate-covered pretzels and opened it (which required some effort, given her slicked-up hands), releasing an “-ulp!-” with the effort. “…even so, that was amazing,” she breathed heavily.
724
725She threw back a pile of pretzels into her mouth and muttered, “Like, why didn’t I think of thish -huRP!- before?…” Carefully, she placed the bag on the vanity—leaving an open orifice for her hand to ferry food into her gullet—while using her remaining hand to resume its work at her pussy. “Mmm,” she moaned in pleasure. “Thesh better not -hlurp!- have that many caloriesh,” she said, loosing another “-tbhhbt-”, “because I’m gonna end up like one of those fattiesh!” She said gleefully. 
726
727Just the mention of the word “fatty” gave her a rush. She looked down at her bulk, covered up by her top, but there was no denying just how gigantic she had become—not to mention the huge saddlebags visibly draping down underneath her fat. -Spbt!- Jen moved more quickly, now paying particular attention to the exterior of her vagina—she couldn’t see them because of all of her bulk obscuring her vision, but she could definitely feel all of the hair beginning to curl up around her pubic mound. No, there was denying it—she was already a fatty.
728
729“Ohhh,” she moaned, new pretzels stuffed in her craw, “I’m sho fucking fat!!” Her deft fingers brought her to climax, making her shriek while releasing one last rumble, “-spblbt-”. 
730
731Jen cooled down, dumbly realizing that she had to quiet down—and her self-awareness brought her back to the bathroom, now with food stains across the white surfaces (not to mention all over her face and shirt), packets of food strewn across the countertop, her skirt cast to the ground, a slight smell emanating from behind her… “Omg, why do I have to be such a slob? What if Alice has to use the bathroom?” This sudden self-consciousness compelled Jen to force herself up, stumbling a little between the after-effects of the pleasure and the THC. 
732
733Jen started for her clothes, but the pleasant after-taste of a salty/chocolatey burp brought her back to her pretzels, first; she thoughtfully munched on a few, savoring them. “Hmm,” she vocalized, her mind elsewhere—‘Like, did I bring my vibrator?…’ Jen took a few more moments to think it over, and with an “-ulrp!-”, she had her mind made up. “I’ll totally be quick.” The gassy bimbo waddled out of the bathroom as quickly as she could, leaving behind a particularly inclement smell in her midst, something even more rank than her usual murky musk. 
734
735***
736
737“Yesss, Frank,” Laurie moaned, her voice muffled. “Mmmm,” she couldn’t help but add.
738
739Everyone was winning, all right: Laurie, perched on all fours on the mattress, was at the perfect height for Frank to mount her from behind, standing on the floor. He had seized her tremendous ass and was kneading it as he forced himself inward and outward with tremendous effort. 
740
741Laurie, on the other hand, was also occupied: the intense fucking was one thing, but the pudding in front of her was just as pleasurable and just as tiring. It was almost impossible for Laurie to focus on both simultaneously, but she diligently continued to work away at the chocolate mass in front of her, lapping up as much as she could. ‘It’s—so—good—’, she thought to herself; she couldn’t help but release a particularly large mouthful back into the tray as she came intensely around Frank’s cock.
742
743“Keep eating,” Frank grunted with effort. “Fatass.” With this, he slapped at Laurie’s derriere, causing a moan of pleasure from the gourmand in front of him.
744
745‘I feel so gross,’ Laurie thought to herself as she took up more pudding (some of the pile that she had dropped earlier). “But—it feels—so gooood!!” she practically shrieked as Frank went at it harder, forcing himself deeper into her. “I—love—eating!” 
746
747“That’s right—you pig,” Frank grunted. “Eat up.”
748
749Laurie’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came; the effort forced her to lose her balance and she dropped her face right into the tray of pudding. She gripped the sheets in her new position, and she extended her tongue to keep lapping up what was in front of her. “Mmmm!” she moaned.
750
751“Snort, pig,” Frank commanded. 
752
753“Ughhh, fiiine,” Laurie responded, and she started snorting weakly into the pudding; she was too taken with pleasure, but eventually some quiet “-snrt-”s worked their way out of her nose and mouth and around the pudding. Frank slapped her ass again, “Good pig.”
754
755Laurie snorted suddenly as she came again; however, this was interrupted when she felt a sharp yank at her hair, a fist forming around her ponytail. “Uuuh!” she moaned in pleasure and shock. Frank could get a glimpse of all the chocolate (and whipped cream) that had accumulated on Laurie’s beautiful visage. “Snort—like you mean it—pig,” Frank directed, breathless. He was about to explode.
756
757“-Oink!- I -uhh!- love it! I love being a pig! -Oink!-”
758
759“I’m cumming,” Frank whispered with effort. He thrust himself as hard as he could, yanked back, and continued doing so as the pleasure coursed through his body. 
760
761“I’m -oink!- just a fat -ohh!- pig!” Laurie shouted, cumming simultaneously; she released a shocked tone when Frank gripped her ass, forcing it open, all in order to spank it once more—yet she couldn’t hold in the tiny -effrrt!- any longer once Frank seized her ass, but it was luckily drowned out by the noise of shifting covers and moans of pleasure. 
762
763For a few moments, the couple held their positons as they shook with effort and the aftershocks of pleasure. Only the sound of Laurie’s stomach rumbling broke the silence.
764
765Frank eventually spoke. “Well… how was that?”
766
767Laurie, face-first again in the pudding, had to stop working away at it in order to formulate her answer. In truth, she wanted to shout ‘fucking incredible.’ She gulped and said, “-glp- I—I mean, it was okay. I’ve had better.”
768
769“Oh my god, Laurie,” Frank said with a laugh, yanking his covered dick out of her, “you’re too much.”
770
771Laurie shrieked briefly with pleasure. “Ah! Well,” she huffed, looking up from the pudding, “you’re basically abusive!”
772
773Frank had come back from the garbage at this point and settled down on the bed, facing the television. “Well, nobody’s perfect,” he concluded. “Come here, let me clean up all that chocolate,” he declared, sticking his tongue out.
774
775She was up in a flash. “You’re such a pervert!” She marched off to the bathroom to clean herself up; she was wiping her face down with a towel when she found it yanked out of her hands, a plastic spoon depositing pudding between her spoiled lips. “Oh my god, Frank, give it a rest.” She was turning red, but Frank couldn’t help get another spoonful ready from the tray—Laurie went to stop him, but his deftness and his strength ended up vanquishing Laurie’s efforts.
776
777“Stuff it, oinker,” Frank said with a snicker. 
778
779Practically frothing at the mouth, Laurie started for Frank with her nails brandished like talons. “You son ofa—” 
780
781—but a gassy “-ffrrtft!-” sound emerging from Laurie’s indulged ass gave the pair pause. Laurie flushed further red. 
782
783Frank smiled cheekily. “Maybe we’ve both had enough. Especially you,” he commented, walking out of the bathroom door. Laurie seethed with rage, but she remained firmly in place; in fact, once Frank was gone, she shut the bathroom door and turned on the fan.
784
785***
786
787Jen was a little dazed but overall quite satisfied as she scrolled through her phone while roosting her gigantic ass on the king-sized bed, next to Alice. The television was on and shooting light across the room, but Jen had ensured that it stay quiet. The silence was serene, only broken by Alice’s occasional sleep-riddled comments, a snorting Jen, or Jen’s trumpeting ass. 
788
789Of course, it was serene until a clacking came at the door, and then a woosh as something stomped inside the room. “Omg!” Jen said with a start, and she tried to pick up her bulk from the bed so as to see what the hell was happening, but she couldn’t lift herself in time—the shadowy intruder came closer—
790
791And the silhouette revealed bodacious curves, which caused Jen to start giggling hysterically as Laurie stomped in the room. Her laughing became practically maniacal once she saw that her busty friend was lacking pants (and, if it were light, she would have seen the red marks all over her the expanding ass). 
792
793“Shut the fuck up, Jen,” Laurie hissed. 
794
795“Wow…Laurie…you really aren’t feeling good,” Jen commented.
796
797“I’m here for my fucking stuff, if you really must know, and then I’ll be out of your greasy hair.”
798
799Jen aimed and released an “-urp!-” in reply. 
800
801“Gawd, you fatass! What is your problem?!” Laurie wondered aloud, now absconded to the bathroom. “Was there something in your food? Christ,” she swore.
802
803What was first a perpetual giggle became a genuine roar from the other room; Jen just couldn’t stop herself. Laurie emerged and pointed her head around the corner. At first puzzled, she eventually put two and two together. Of course, there was something in her food. “Very funny, you fucking stoner slob. Have a nice sleep,” she huffed, and went for the door.
804
805“Feel better!” Jen stupidly commented, around giggles.
806
807“I feel fine, thank you very -hrrp!- much! Excuse me,” Laurie admitted, but once again Jen was in hysterics. “Rrrrg,” she growled; she decided to cut her losses and leave while she could, but not without leaving something silent but deadly in her midst.
808
809She snuck across the hall as quietly as her bulk would allow, and let herself back in. “Out of the frying pan and into the fire…” she dreaded, worried about what perversions Frank would be seeking now—but, in reality, he was already snug in bed. 
810
811Laurie rolled her eyes, “I can’t believe I’m stuck with him tonight, of all the perverts in the world…” She waddled her way back to the bathroom and turned on the light; her illuminated reflection was grinning madly at the prospect; she quickly looked away and regained her composure, assuming her typical resting bitch face. “Ugh,” she declared, before brushing her teeth.
812
813She let herself out and back into her room—but she couldn’t help but giggle as she crashed down on the bed, waking Frank from his slumber.
814
815“Oh! …Oh, it’s you,” he said, groggily.
816
817“Hold me, you fucker,” Laurie said with a laugh. 
818
819Frank complied; he couldn’t help but wonder to himself, ‘What’s gotten into her?’ 
820
821*** 
822
823Alice had her bag out, fishing around for her set of card-keys. Annoyed with waiting, Laurie took a glance out the hotel’s grandiose window, revealing an illustrious view of the lackluster parking lot. She squinted and saw a car zoom off—smirking with the realization, it was Frank’s little red Mazda. Everything went according to plan: the girls didn’t suspect a thing.
824
825“Omg, Laurie,” Jen started off, “I had so much—”
826
827“Not now!” Laurie hissed, seeing Alice finally waddle off to the side. She adopted a sweet tone for the attendant: “Just checking out,” she said with a fake smile, passing over her card-keys. 
828
829The attendant raised a suspect eyebrow after hearing the exchange between the two friends, but knew better than to make a comment.
830
831All three girls had already eaten beyond their fill with the complimentary breakfast, and they started to waddle out to the chauffeur. Laurie handed over her receipt, too exhausted to put on a show for the young man (a different guy anyway, not quite as sharp as their friend from the day before), and met back up with her friends.
832
833“Laurie, I was telling Alice about the best part of last night—I, like, totally couldn’t resist eating your snacks, Alice, but I’ll totes pay you back.” She turned back to Laurie with a cheery smile. “But it was sooo much fun! Like, thanks for taking us!”
834
835“Yes, thanks!” Alice chirped.
836
837“Oh, Alice, the pleasure is mine!” Laurie started saccharinely, ignoring Jen completely. “How was your night? Did you get… any sleep?” (Jen stuck her tongue out at this.)
838
839Alice fumbled for words. “Well, um, it wasn’t so bad.” She turned back to Jen, and Jen winked. “I certainly fell asleep awful quick. -Hurp!- Excuse me.” 
840
841“Well, it sounds like Jen took care of you, at the very least,” Laurie declared, eyeing the chauffeur returning with the car. 
842
843The three started to make their way over when Alice finally articulated a response, “But Laurie, are you feeling better? Should I drive?”
844
845“Uh, yeah, more or less,” Laurie hesitated before replying. “It was…a long night.”
846
847“For sure,” Alice replied. “I won’t be doing this again for a while.”
848
849“Wait, like what??” Jen jumped in. “You didn’t, like, LIKE it?” 
850
851“No, I didn’t meant that at all! It’s just that—well—”
852
853“But, like, I thought you were—”
854
855“Okay, girls, calm down,” Laurie said, stopping their entourage; Jen and Alice stopped in kind. “Alice, you probably just weren’t used to such a big change.” 
856
857Alice’s cheeks began to flush red—‘How did Laurie know about the brownies?’
858
859Laurie continued, her eyes shining. “Yeah, isn’t it your first time here in King of Saxony, anyway?” 
860
861“Oh! Heh heh, yeah,” Alice acquiesced. “That was totally it.” She ignored Jen snickering at the other side of Laurie. 
862
863“Don’t worry, Alice,” Laurie said with a smile. “To make up for it, how about we have a sleepover tonight at my place?” She looked around for reactions—“Oh, come on, you two! Live a little!” Snake-like, she pinched Jen stealthily.
864
865“Uh, like, yeah,” Jen said with a start, “that sounds great.” She looked at Alice. “Sorry, Alice, about last night—maybe a sleepover will do the trick.”
866
867Jen and Laurie looked at Alice expectantly. “Uh, sure,” Alice stammered. “I wanna go home, first, to freshen up.”
868
869“Like, duh!” Jen commented, with a smile.
870
871“Oh, of course,” Laurie declared, waving her hand as if to dismiss Alice’s indecision, and she handed off her luggage to the chauffeur to load in the car’s trunk. “In fact—” a yawn interrupted her speech as she lazily forced all of her corpulence into the driver’s seat, “—excuse me, I think a nap may be in order.”
872
873Alice resumed her position at Laurie’s side, her phone in hand. “Thanks, Laurie!”
874
875Jen clambered in the vehicle, immediately lying down (to the best of her ability) on the three seats. Her eyes were shut.
876
877Laurie rolled her eyes as she handed off a tip for the service. “I can’t take you anywhere,” she muttered. 
878
879“Did you say something, Laurie?” Alice inquired, innocently.
880
881“Oh, nothing,” Laurie huffed. “I’m just wondering what we should eat tonight.”